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Becquerel the Black Cat




Garth
Legacy Name: Garth


The Angelic Darkonite
Owner: Prose

Age: 14 years, 9 months, 1 week

Born: July 19th, 2009

Adopted: 13 years, 11 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: April 28th, 2010


Pet Spotlight Winner
June 18th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 0
     
  • Health: 13
     
  • HP: 13/13
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Hicktown, Montana. Population, under two thousand.I always knew I didn't belong here, even when I was little. My little sis was the smart one. The presentable one. Me, well, once I hit my wild teenage years, my parents frequently let me know how disappointed they were. Of course, that just fueled the whole issue even more.My sense of un-belonging got worse once I hit puberty, and not for the reasons you probably think. Other weird things started happening at about the same time. It took me a while to realize the voices were other peoples' thoughts, coming to me completely involuntarily.Yeah, I'm a freak. I figured I should get that out of the way early, so you can go ahead and start judging me now.Don't get me wrong; I'm not some emo boy with a tragic childhood that thinks the world hates me. I just felt misplaced. And I tell it how I see it.Over the next few years, I slowly gained control of my powers, either through effort, or by suffocating them with drugs and booze. That's when my parents really began to snap. It was argument after argument, fight after fight with them, until I couldn't stand it any longer. So I left. That was three years ago.I still wonder if they miss me, sometimes.I think troubled is a bit of an understatement, concerning me. Fucked up, maybe. Thing is, I'm happy. Content, at the very least.Sure, hitchhiking across the country with about fifty bucks to your name is a rough life, but at least I'm doing what I want to do. I live my life how I see fit, and if that includes women, drugs, and beer, then so be it.It'll do, for now, until I can figure out exactly where I do belong.

Pet Treasure


Mori Spirits

Psychic Bubbles

Crystal Shard

Rose Incense

Blades of Grass

Garden Dirt

Polka Dot Handkerchief on a Stick

Beaten-Up Backpack

Silver Foil Gelt Coins

Hammock

Snowy Village Bench

Snowy Village Tireless Truck

Snowy Village Train Engine

Dirty Perfume Bottle

Harmonica

Acoustic Guitar

Busker Kit

Student Violin Case

Guitar Picks

Jitterbug Note Earrings

Shapely Pearl Hookah

Freshly Rolled Rainbow Herb

Lighter

Special Brownies

Deaths Cap

Six Pack of Hard Cider

The Smoker

Grape Jelly Shot

Slippery Nipple

Beer

Flaming B-52

Margarita

Pet Friends